Can I know how this world looks unto me?
As if it has been perfected from creation.
As if lord himself molded it from nothing
To a wonderment that us humans have ever seen
It is in the way we perceive the same
We unfortunate beings tend to beautify things
To the extent of equating it to heavens
Giants have spoken. That we are in a rush
To make the more orderly the more disorderly
To what far is this immaculate? Impeccable?
I shall say it is unreal. We live in an
Orderless world. In a potion of beliefs
And dis-beliefs. While truth is unknown
Or succinctly- unattainable in purest form
Then there where our wit grants no flawless muses
Where not can we find origin of our existence
And where our capabilities to pursue the world
In its most abstract and unadulterated form
Are constricted, and outcomes bear no semblance
This our pursuit in perfecting selves stands void,
Yet being devoid of motive shall better neither
Hence to the higher tasks should we divert energies
Towards the more requisite in our structure
Which can rekindle a euphoric feeling in us all.
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